Believing and Continuing – Words and Art

Dog Walks and Dappled Pauses

I had no choice really, but to take the longer trail, to circle the neighborhood.

The trail, bordered by tall fences on one side and trees the other. I’d have turned back sooner, the halfway mark; but, I heard it from behind and turned to notice.

A big dog, head down and a deep rumbling sound echoing from his gut, I looked quickly, then continued forward to feel safe again. Years ago, a dog bolted out, barking loudly and chased until showing its teeth by my side. I was bitten by a German Shepherd.